Novel & Cerita Amelia Porter Criminal Minds

Doris justified but Luna Michelle rolled her eyes, she was doing what her husband would have done. The risks attached to Caleb are too much and she wants her daughter to live a peaceful life, and that could only be possible with a man like Alex who doesn’t have any enemies or big enemies like the organization. ** Meanwhile…. Emma sat on the couch for more than an hour trying to understand what was going on, she wanted to think like someone from the organization and see if she could predict their next step. She picked up a pen and paper and wrote down things that came to her mind.“Last year, they first sent Alan Baker…he claimed to be a rogue but turns out he was a spy,” she said as she jotte

Ryan She didn’t belong on the South Side. Amelia stood beneath the flickering streetlamp in a cream wool coat. Her leather boots sank slightly into the rain-soaked gravel. She looked unreal here. Too polished. Too delicate. Like someone had taken a woman from a luxury perfume campaign and abandoned her in the middle of a battlefield. “How did you find me?” I asked. My voice came out flat. Exhausted. “You got rid of the security team.” she said, hugging her arms tightly around herself against the freezing wind, “but you forgot about the secondary tracker on the Ducati.”

I should have called someone, I should have taken the damn flash drive to the police, I had multiple thoughts running in my head obviously but I didn’t. I was already unlocking my laptop, fingers moving like they didn’t belong to me and I slide in the flash drive with a faint click. One file. VID\_AMA005. I hesitated… then I pressed play. It was grainy, Black-and-white, exactly just like the photo with the same hallway and the same timestamp. But this time, the woman “Amelia” was moving fast with her heels clicking like gunfire, and her breath ragged. She was being chased. And though the camera didn’t catch the pursuer’s face, I saw the edge of a tailored sleeve… a familiar tilt to the head

I help set her straight on her feet. “Please tell me that jumping was not the plan?” I clutch my chest with one hand and keep a firm grip on her with the other. She’s back on the ground, but my blood is pumping after that. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “No, I just like the adrenaline rush of hanging on the edge. It helps me think and focus. My name is Amelia, Amelia Benedict.” She holds out her hand and I shake it. “It’s nice to meet you Amelia, I’m Aurora Montgomery. Now, let's go and you can tell me about this heartless playboy and I can tell you about my crew of gold diggers.”

The real killer was still out there. “No,” I whispered as adrenaline flushed my system. “Lyra sent him to frame him. Get the lawyer ready, Martha. We are going to a crime scene.” I dashed to my car with the knowledge that Amelia was caught between a psycho ex and a tactical police unit driving me forward. I had two targets, which were to save Amelia first and use Brandon to destroy Lyra. I just prayed I wasn't too late to save the woman I loved from the perfect and fatal setup.

his lips curve in that devastating smile that makes boardrooms swoon, "she may have gotten a bit... carried away with the method acting." The journalists burst into excited chatter about innovative marketing strategies while security – our security – quietly escorts the frustrated hunters from the premises. Amelia stands defeated, her designer suit crumpled, as Alistair moves to take her into custody. My laptop shows one final piece of evidence: encrypted proof of her collaboration with rival packs to assassinate Callum. Our eyes meet across the emptying hall – predator and prey, roles reversed. "The pack protects its own," I say quietly, knowing her supernatural hearing will catch every wor

or were we? "Ready?" "Ready." Simultaneously we shifted, and now it was twenty or so cops versus two monsters from Satan's worst nightmare, of course, they shot first 'Self defense!' I thought just before grabbing the closest guy and ripping him in half at the hip, spilling blood, intestines, hell I think I saw a kidney fall out too. As soon as that happened, they were all terrified and tried to run, so I let Jade chase and I got to work on wiring this place. I opened a portal to my circle of hell, and started shoveling thermite all throughout the station, the scream of the officers clued me in the Jade was having a blast as a huntress. By the time she had finished, she walked into the main

"Where are we going?" "You'll see. I've packed for you. I hope that was okay." "I guess. Since I don't know what weather we're packing for then I guess I'm glad you did." Amelia rose and got ready for her day, even if she didn't know what was happening. She trusted Alex and he'd been more attentive than usual since the warehouse. Did he feel guilty? He hadn't done anything to inspire the Agostinos' actions. She had done more to poke that bear. At least she was able to get some evidence against them when she'd hacked them.

Don Alessandro began, his voice calm and calculating, “tell me everything you’ve found out about her.” Marco glanced at the photo and cleared his throat. “Her name is Amelia Carrington. She’s American. She’s a private investigator, a teacher, and—most importantly—a hacker. She’s one of kai’s most valuable asset right now. She even managed to hack into his main account, which was supposed to be impossible. I think that’s why Kai decided to keep her around.” Don Alessandro’s brow furrowed, his fingers tapping on the table in a steady rhythm. “A hacker, you say? I suppose that’s the reason he let her live.”

There is something in her eyes I said earlier that reminded me of the old Amelia. As I waste time writing about old memories, I note she is never to be trusted and can, if given enough time, jump into any consciousness at any moment. She will not do this unless her life is at risk as she has this ridiculous moral compass. She only takes over subconscious minds that are gone upstairs: those in mental hospitals, those in a vegetative state, etc. She calls it giving them a new life. I call it a waste of time. It takes months of healing their minds and recovery on the Vector's side to do such work. Pointless. One thing Amelia and I never agreed on. If only she could have seen things my way. We w